"Thank Iowa, I owe you for getting me back. Apparently the thing doesn't have shielding so I'll have to fix that then add extra ammo. Maybe a Spartan laser with a charging system..." The wounded man trailed off before snapping back to reality. "So who is everyone else? I'm only one hurt right?" He asked laying back. "Hows my armor by the way? Is it bad or can I repair it?" He asked the medic. Cal seemed to be full of questions today and very unworried about his near death experience in the line of duty. So either he'd been in place before or he was crazy, both were solid options considering he piloted a death robot around and was planning on treating it like a pet.